gender specific work place, where the watercooler is forever full of rushing, blushingsatisfaction and a never ending supply ofrefreshment in the soggy hours of theafternoon when the blue of the wall crawlsinward.

Temper me like glass so that when I break, Ishatter into zenith and ego, not shards ofcrooked open mouth, lips twist, fish face,look, but pretend not to, want but do notproject outward, do not leave marks, orgossip beyond the customary cattiness.